Evil Dead lyrics
Evil Dead lyrics
"Holy Trials lyrics"
Returning The Faith lyrics
Sam Lorber/Thom Hardwell I pulled on The highway Another day for the wanderer I knew something Was out there Around the corner from where we were You could have C
Sam Lorber/Thom Hardwell I pulled on The highway Another day for the wanderer I knew something Was out there Around the corner from where we were You could have C
Tied to a stake, purity through fire A blessing from the Church, Admit to sin, Alchemist to the cross they hang above your head, Accused of witchcraft, for making metal It's time to burn, Hell on Earth, a second birth An Age of pain. Lapsing into time, gazing on an age, Of confusion with no solutions, Call on the Inquisitor for confessions of a witch, AThat Voodoo ! lyricsreign of horror with no tomorrow, Informers twisting lies to inherit the estate, Evil vices for a gain, Bring on the torturer and his tools of the trade, The thumbscrew speaks the truth. Casting spells - unknown chants with possessed burning eyes, Demonic action-witches brew accuser feeding lies, On the stake to burn alive see the crowed reject your kind, Down below no repentance, exco
That voodoo that you do The shimmy lights through you And no one can voodoo the voodoo You do Do to me yeah I'm sorry if I'm not that tough But not that tough isClean Up Man lyricsmunication is your prize. Run down, laying low, aching muscles, tension full, Praying for death! Broken bones, ripping flesh, you've become a bloody mess, When will it end? Going slow, felling pain, wondering "Why me?" A living nightmare! Frustration, denomination, it's time to meet your maker. UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS... The Churches evil plot, perverted, demented sacred grounds, UNHOLY!
Aw.....I'm comin' through the fog, Dressed in black Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me First Verse: Spark it up make it happen, grabThe Big Issue lyricsOLY TRAILS... Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly give their lives. Martyr with no cause, submission to your fate, The magic and the spells, nothing there to gain, The knowledge you obtained, eternal torment claimed insane! For sorcery and witchcraft now you pay in vain, Your mortal body pressing death, Judgement made, but who's insane? Desecration in the Bishop's den
There are those Spend the night under bridges Over by the river Down in the park through the winter But there's a house that I know Safe and warm And no-one ever